i t 's T i m e
t o f ace t h e
I'm no longer your muse.
i hate to turn up out of the blue,
uninvited; but i couldn't stay away, i couldn't fight
it; i'd hoped you see my face, and
that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't
'cause you can't bandage the damage,
i love pictures, because they don't
change, even if the people in them
Even though I really loved
Why did it have to end like
after all that we've been through?
that depressing moment,
when you like
someone's quote that says they will write on your
but they never do.
pauses a video randomly to see
what wierd faces the actors